Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Am I just getting older, or are people getting less tolerable in general?

Last night, which also happened to be Fat Tuesday, Mike and I had the displeasure of sitting behind this four most obnoxious people at the Shark's game.

These four, seemingly drunk and reeking of cigarette smoke, guys cared more about making themselves a spectacle than what was going on with the game.

Our seat neighbor (who sits by us at all games) asked one of these guys if they could lean back in their seats so he could watch the game with an unobstructed view. Now I'll admit, our seat neighbor comes off as kind of rude when he does this, but the this guy just pretty much ignored him.

Then they got into a verbal confrontation and it was almost like they were going to fight. Seriously guys?! It is not attractive nor comfortable for anyone to be around two people with awful tempers exploding over something as simple as LEANING BACK IN YOUR SEAT. The Pavilion asks you to do so at the start of the game. Why can't we keep our tempers even and just comply, rather than blow up at each other and create a spectacle. It makes you no more a man to get in a public argument; actually it makes you look like a 12-year-old junior higher. And that sight isn't pretty boys, not at all.

After a pretty uncomfortable first period, our seatmates found better seats far away from the d-bags in our section – I don't blame them.

For the rest of the game, these guys butted into other people's conversations, leaned as FAR FORWARD as they could and made sure everyone around them paid attention to them. During overtime, they tried to start the wave. Seriously! It's overtime people, the game hinges on these last five minutes and you are trying to distract everyone in our section by starting the wave?!?! SIT BACK DOWN AND SHUT UP! These minutes count and we didn't come to the game to watch you and the show you insist on creating in section 221.

Anyway, these guys were seriously the best example of how not to act at a Sharks game. Thankfully I most likely won't have to deal with them again, seriously though they ruined the atmosphere of the Sharks game for me last night.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

So I recently looked back at my LiveJournal chronicle of my life from 2001-2008. Wow did I use to write! My goodness. Mostly it was to keep in touch with my friends from home, but somehow it eventually turned into a real account of what was happening in my life at that time.

I thought it would be prudent to save these thoughts, in case one day I want to share them with my future children (probably not). So far I have gotten through Jan. of my freshmen year of college.

First observation, I had the worst grammar, spelling etc. I have no idea how my friends read what I wrote and didn't constantly critique my writing. Whoa. I have really grown as a writer, in some ways.

Secondly, I am so glad I don't live in dorms anymore. While it was quite the experience for one year, there is no way I could handle that type of living again.

Also, wow, I was so self obsessed and melodramatic. I don't miss being that way at all. Reading my old posts really shows me that with age comes maturity, I have grown leaps and bounds since then.

One thing I am proud of is that a lot of the people I reference in my posts are still in my life – Kelsey, David, Maile, Mira, Raj and Ododa... to name a few.

Looking back has taught me a thing or two I didn't like about myself back then, but I also envy how unfiltered I was in my posts. I shared anything, no matter how fleeting the thought. Why don't I do that anymore? Because I don't think anyone will care? I don't know, as I read along in the years, I became very proud of my posts and descriptions of my day to day.

I would like to start that again. I really do hope to continue to post more often. I am keeping an idea book next to my desk for ideas for future blog posts. So keep coming back, because I am hoping to blog again like I did in yesteryear!

If you read or not doesn't really matter, I want something to look back on one day to remind me what I was doing when I was 28.